Conversation – 15

Ballet Season is near. ♥

Sunday Will Never Be the Same – Spanky & Our Gang

I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We’d walk together hand in hand
Till it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk along the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me
Sunday’s just another day
Sunday will never be the same
(Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my baby’s heart
I must be back again
Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes
As I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed
I must be home the sun is gone and I think it’s gonna rain
I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same

A little trip around the way. ♥

Pumpkins anyone?

n the Wild West days, Johnny, a lieutenant posted at Fort Union, fell in love with a flirtatious woman named Celia. One night, as the two danced at an officer’s birthday party, a messenger burst in to announce an Apache raid. Fearing he might not get another chance, Johnny immediately proposed to Celia, who said yes and promised that if he didn’t return, she would never marry. Some soldiers died in the fight, including Johnny. Despite her promise, Celia soon married another man. At their wedding ball, a ghoul in uniform appeared, a gash on his head and fire in his eyes. He pulled Celia from the arms of her new husband as the musicians, entranced, played an eerie waltz. Johnny’s spirit danced Celia around the room. She grew pale and died in his arms. Faithful in death, Celia’s ghost can still be heard weeping over Johnny’s grave.

@loaf

We want to play. ♥

@tamrick,

I miss them too. We never know what people are going through on the other side
of the computer. I think they know how I feel. ♥

I am with you on the snakes. I walk a lot so I better pay attention where I walk. 🙂

Happy Sunday Tamrick and it is good see you post. ♥